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The night breeze carried a faint fragrance, and even at this hour, Gao Wei would not forget to spray his perfume.
He took out a delicate little bottle from his pocket and elegantly sprayed it at his collar, the motion practiced and natural.
Cen Yun frowned slightly, noticing that Gao Wei had dressed up meticulously for this meeting.
But today, Cen Yun discovered that Gao Wei was a smoker, and he had quite the addiction.
She had never seen him smoke before.
Gao Wei skillfully pulled a cigarette from the pack, lit it with a lighter, took a deep drag, and then slowly exhaled smoke rings that drifted into the night sky.
He avoided Cen Yun's gaze, unsure why he felt intimidated by her.
From their first meeting, he had noticed how sharp her eyes were, possessing an extraordinary insight.
He had reached his current position through personal struggle; finally becoming the department head of a well-known foreign company in the city was a promising role. He saw many things he had never dared to dream of beckoning to him, stirring his blood with excitement.
He clenched his fists slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of exhilaration and pride.
Gao Wei had finally begun to live a life of bourgeois charm. He worked hard to project an air of someone from a prestigious family, and those around him recognized it.
Especially Zhou Shang, whose childlike pure eyes were filled with admiration and adoration as she looked at him so tenderly and devotedly, filling him with a sense of superiority.
Gao Wei lifted his chin slightly, a smug smile spreading across his face.
However, Cen Yun's gaze remained cold; it was as if she could see through his impoverished past and the painful memories he wished to forget.
Gao Wei had complex feelings for the girl: he hated her because she made him aware of his own humility and fear; yet he admired her for her feline grace—elegant, intelligent, and cruel. He instinctively felt that she was his kindred spirit. Perhaps he even liked her a little. If Zhou Shang was the pure and beautiful Odette from Swan Lake, then Cen Yun was the black swan, Adele—the mysterious and enchanting Witch.
Gao Wei's gaze wandered over Cen Yun, his expression shifting between frowns and barely perceptible smiles.
However, the Witch loved the White Swan, not a dark horse prince like him.
Moreover, in her eyes, he was just a counterfeit prince.
Gao Wei felt a strong desire to conquer Cen Yun; he even believed that possessing Zhou Shang was a way to show off to Cen Yun. But once faced with her sharp, knife-like gaze, those desires crumbled effortlessly.
He lowered his head slightly, a flicker of defeat and helplessness crossing his eyes.
“Did you see her before Zhou Shang died?” Cen Yun asked again, breaking the awkward silence.
She took a small step forward, her eyes fixed intently on Gao Wei, not missing any nuance of expression on his face.
“The last time I saw her was that noon when I broke up with her.”
The tip of Gao Wei's cigarette glowed and faded as his fingers grew cold from the chill in the air. He shivered slightly, as if struck by the night's cold or stirred by memories.
Cen Yun recalled that evening when Zhou Shang lay on the bed in wrinkled pajamas like an injured little beast, desperately pressing a pillow against her face. Her body trembled slightly as she sobbed silently.
She had cried all afternoon, her eyes swollen like walnuts, devoid of their usual sparkle.
Cen Yun slowly walked to the bedside and sat down gently, wanting to offer some comfort but unsure where to begin; she had never been good at comforting others.
Cen Yun sighed helplessly and gently patted Zhou Shang's shoulder. Exhausted from crying, Zhou Shang fell into a deep sleep.
Cen Yun carefully tucked her in and then turned to the kitchen to boil water for her. After that, she skillfully prepared a bowl of instant noodles and a pack of pickled vegetables with a torn opening, placing them on the bedside table before heading out.
Cen Yun needed money; her tuition, Zhou Shang's tuition, and their rent weighed heavily on her shoulders like a massive burden.
The meager subsidy from the orphanage was barely enough for the two of them to manage meals and buy some daily necessities. However, Cen Yun had never told Zhou Shang this; Zhou Shang always believed that the government was supporting them.
Cen Yun wanted Zhou Shang to live a life free from shadows. Like a steadfast martyr, she preferred to silently endure all the hardships alone.
If Zhou Shang was happy, Cen Yun was happy. She felt that Zhou Shang was another version of herself, one that could dance freely under the bright sunlight. Cen Yun slightly lifted her head, her eyes revealing a hint of determination and persistence as she bit her lip.
Through an introduction from a senior student, Cen Yun got a job playing the piano at a well-established nightclub during the night shift.
Sitting in front of the piano, her fingers danced across the keys, but her thoughts drifted to Zhou Shang.
The climax of her performance coincided with the moment Zhou Shang fell into despair.
Later, she kept hitting her head in frustration, wondering why she hadn't stayed behind to accompany Zhou Shang. If she had, Zhou Shang wouldn't have died—she wouldn't have been killed by Gao Wei!
Anger and regret burned in Cen Yun's eyes as she clenched her fists tightly.
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